The Epic Story.
So, Monday night, I was waiting for the subway in Queens (which, at that point, is above the street) listening to my iphone and texting my friend (who was meeting me on the platform) that he was going to miss the oncoming subway. But then I look up and he's right in front of me, reaching for the headphone cord, as if to unplug and yell "I'm here, loser!"...but in doing so, causes the iPhone to slip from my hands...
and the iPhone soars out onto the subway tracks.
bounces...
and falls through the grate to 31st street, Astoria, below.
and bounces.
The case pops apart, leaving the phone and the case (2 pieces) on the street. In traffic. My friend Josh and I immediately run down onto the street to grab it and see if perhaps it's ok. I grab the two halves of the (totally intact) case...and can't find the phone. Nowhere. Four of us look around for a solid 15-20 mintues and come up completely empty handed. We searched the street AND the tracks...with the aid of an MTA flashlight.
Giving it up as lost forever, I call AT&T, put a hold on my service, and we soldier on to the bar to which we were headed for a friend's un-official Irish wake. It was a somber, but good, time. Got to see people I hadn't seen in a long, long time. Good to reconnect with old acquaintances. Eventually, we head home, after only a few beers.
When I get home, I have an email, facebook wall post, and an IM from a friend saying that someone found my phone, and gives me their cellphone number.
A few voicemails later, I meet up with the guy and get my phone back!
And guess what...
So, Monday night, I was waiting for the subway in Queens (which, at that point, is above the street) listening to my iphone and texting my friend (who was meeting me on the platform) that he was going to miss the oncoming subway. But then I look up and he's right in front of me, reaching for the headphone cord, as if to unplug and yell "I'm here, loser!"...but in doing so, causes the iPhone to slip from my hands...
and the iPhone soars out onto the subway tracks.
bounces...
and falls through the grate to 31st street, Astoria, below.
and bounces.
The case pops apart, leaving the phone and the case (2 pieces) on the street. In traffic. My friend Josh and I immediately run down onto the street to grab it and see if perhaps it's ok. I grab the two halves of the (totally intact) case...and can't find the phone. Nowhere. Four of us look around for a solid 15-20 mintues and come up completely empty handed. We searched the street AND the tracks...with the aid of an MTA flashlight.
Giving it up as lost forever, I call AT&T, put a hold on my service, and we soldier on to the bar to which we were headed for a friend's un-official Irish wake. It was a somber, but good, time. Got to see people I hadn't seen in a long, long time. Good to reconnect with old acquaintances. Eventually, we head home, after only a few beers.
When I get home, I have an email, facebook wall post, and an IM from a friend saying that someone found my phone, and gives me their cellphone number.
A few voicemails later, I meet up with the guy and get my phone back!
And guess what...
Oh, and...
niiiight, thanks for reading
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sorry to hear about your friend as well.